Post by Jonah Broadmoor on Jul 18, 2016 19:02:44 GMT -6
JONAH BROADMOOR
-BASICS-
Age: 18
Alignment: Good
Blood Status: muggleborn (so far as he knows)
Nationality: American
Sexuality: straight
Taken status: Single
-APPEARANCE-
Face Claim: Logan Lerman
Hair Colour: brown
Eye Colour: blue
Distinguishing Features: Jonah has a long scar on his left leg, going from the top of his knee to the middle of his shin. He got it from a broken Beater’s bat during a particularly fierce Quidditch match in his 3rd year. His hair is always kind of shaggy, except at the beginning of each school year, when his mother cuts it for him before letting him go off to school.
-ACADEMIC/PROFESSIONAL HISTORY-
School Year: 1st year Uni
Which TWO Houses would you most like to be sorted into, and why?: Jonah would do well in Polera or Roane. His friendly nature and willingness to help others would make him a great fit for Roane, and his loyalty and determination to protect those he cares for would make him an equally great fit for Polera.
Wand: The wand is made of apple wood and has a core of phoenix feather. It is 8 inches long and supple.
Pets: a spectacled owl named Len
Other Items: A Firebolt Supreme, purchased for him by his mom as a reward for going back to Aurora for University. It's not the newest broom on the market, but it's still really good and Jonah is pretty proud of it (especially after his old Comet 360).
-PERSONALITY-
Overall Personality: Jonah is a friend to anyone around him. He is always looking for ways to help his fellow students and his professors. He wants to make a good impression and do well in his classes, though he tends to struggle with theory. He is good at spellwork, but his essays leave a lot to be desired. If Jonah is on your side, then you have a friend to the end. He would do anything for the people he cares about. He’s often got a smile on his face and is always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. He’s also always up for a bit of fun and is never one to deny a prankster a good prank, so long as it wouldn’t hurt anyone. Jonah wants to go into Muggle Relations one day and hopes to become a liaison for prospective Muggleborn students and their families.
-HISTORY-
Family: Lynn Broadmoor (mother, Muggle)
Overall History: Jonah grew up with his mother, Lynn, in a small house in Wheaton, Illinois. Lynn worked as a secretary at the nearby college, earning just enough for the family to get by on. She has never told Jonah who his father is. The first time he asked, she told him that “your father was a good man, but he wasn’t able to be a dad for you”. She’s never said any more, but she always looked so sad when he asked about it that Jonah has learned to leave the subject alone.
Jonah was known as a bit of a troublemaker in school. Things always seemed to go wrong just when he was in the room. When Jonah was 11, a wizard came to his house to talk to him and his mother, and it was revealed that Jonah was a wizard as well. Jonah, his mother, and the wizard talked about his options and Lynn encouraged Jonah to attend Aurora, even though it was farther away than other schools. Jonah has always wondered why she wanted him to go all the way to Canada when there were schools much closer to home that he could have attended. Lynn has always just said that she thought it would “be a good fit” for him. Jonah has never found a reason to disagree. He can’t really imagine attending anywhere else. Even so, he goes home over every break.
Since the summer after his second year, Jonah has been working a summer job to earn money for his school supplies. His mother gives him what she can, but Jonah insists on at least paying for his Quidditch stuff.
Jonah was initially hesitant about coming back for university. He wanted to take a year off and spend some time with his mom, but she insisted that going back for higher education would be best for him. She bought him a new broom as a sort of reward for going back.
{OPTIONAL}
Greatest Desire: to be a hero of some sort; he’s not exactly sure what this means at the moment
Greatest Fear: seeing someone he cares about get hurt, especially his mom
Worst Memory: Jonah rushed off the school bus and nearly tripped on the uneven sidewalk in front of his house. The brown envelope in his backpack seemed to be chanting, Open me! Open me! He just knew he had good grades this semester, and that meant that Mom would get him that new bike he’d been wanting. He raced up the walk and yanked open the screen door.
“Mom! I’m home! I got my report card!” he shouted, opening the front door and charging into the house. He skidded on the rug in the entryway as he spotted his mother sitting on the couch. Lynn Broadmoor’s face was pale and she held a piece of thick yellowish paper in her hands. There were marks on her face like she’d been crying.
“Mom?” Jonah asked, all his excitement draining out of him. “What’s wrong?”
Lynn looked at him as if she’d never seen him before. “Jonah,” she breathed. “You’re home.”
Jonah dropped his backpack on the floor and hurried over to the couch to sit next to her. He hugged her tightly and tried to catch a glimpse of the paper in her hand at the same time. She crumpled it and shoved it out of sight before wrapping her arms around him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked again. “What was that paper? Something from the school?”
“No, baby, no. It’s nothing.” She smoothed his hair.
“You were crying,” Jonah said. He’d never seen his mother look like that and, even at nearly 11 years of age, he was concerned about her.
“I...had a bad day at work, that’s all.” She reached around him for a tissue from the coffee table and dabbed at her eyes. “Margo was being super demanding again and all the professors in the department are trying to schedule final exams and summer classes, and it was just a mess. You were pretty excited when you came in the door. What’s going on?”
That was a deliberate subject change if Jonah’d ever heard of one. He knew better than to try to ask about the problem again. His mom wouldn’t answer. Still, maybe he could get a look at that paper later and see what had upset her so much. He hugged her one more time, then said, “I got my report card.” It hardly seemed to matter now.
She beamed at him. “Yeah? Well go get it and show me, smartie pants! I want to see all those A's so you can get a bike!”
It was like a switch had flipped. Suddenly his mom was all smiles, as if nothing had happened. Jonah retrieved the envelope from his backpack. The afternoon went on like normal. He had managed to get all As in his final quarter of 5th grade, so they went out for dinner and then to the bike store that night. Mom seemed perfectly normal for the rest of the night, except that she kept hugging him and looking at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. She seemed to want to be closer to him than usual. Jonah didn’t mind, really.
Late that night, after his new bike was safely locked in the garage and his mom had gone to bed, Jonah snuck into the living room and fished between the couch cushions. He found coins and a few old candy wrappers, but the yellow paper was nowhere to be found. He went to bed, but couldn’t sleep for thinking about what that paper might have said.
Patronus: a raccoon; Jonah uses the memory of the best Quidditch match he’s ever played
-PLAYER-
Alias: Anne
Experience: 2 years
Other Characters: Prof. Ben Morrow
Your word of honor that you have read the rules: I have read the rules and liked the page.
Sample RP:
Red-gold light glinted through the trees, dappling a path toward a large clearing. Fiddle music mixed with the cracks and pops of a roaring bonfire and the sounds of a multitude of students and teachers chatting and laughing together. Jonah had come down to the bonfire with a big group of other seventh years, laughing and joking all the way to the clearing. As the group split off--some going to dance, others to sit around the fire--Jonah stood for a moment, trying to decide where to go first. His stomach rumbled. He’d missed dinner thanks to a Quidditch practice that ran late. Looking around, he spotted the long series of buffet tables off to one side.
“I’m going to get some food,” he called to his friends. “I’ll be right there!”
He picked up a plate and looked over the wide array of trays and platters that lined the table. Marshmallows (toasted or untoasted), pies, cookies, chips and various kinds of dips...He couldn’t even see all the way to the end of the table in the dim light. He filled his plate and headed toward the bonfire, searching the crowd for someone to sit with. All the logs he passed were full. At last he spotted one currently occupied by just one person, a girl about his own age. Her dark clothes made it harder for him to see her clearly, but as he drew close, he recognized her. She was new this year. He was sure they had at least one class together. She always seemed to be on her own.
“Hey,” he said, grinning widely. “Mind if I join you? I’m Jonah.”